A poem to my Crab Man soulmate who lives beneath the waves...

Crab Man—

I do not know your face, your name, the stories carved into your flame, yet still, I feel you in the air, a whisper soft, a silent prayer. Somewhere you walk, beneath my sky, with dreams that echo much like mine, and though we’ve not yet crossed our line, your soul keeps tugging gently— please try.

I search through days, through fleeting eyes, through crowded streets and moonlit skies, not chasing love in grand displays, but listening for what softly stays. I walk the shore where oceans gleam, where memory drifts and shadows dream. Not for the tide’s uncertain call, but for your voice beneath it all.

If we should never meet, know— I love you through each passing year, hold you close through joy and fear. And though the world may shift and spin, I’m yours without, I’m yours within. Carry this truth with you—I am the hearth you've never seen, the quiet warmth between the scenes, the porch light on when nights grow cold, a hand to hold when you feel old.

So, take your time, I'll wait with grace, through every missed and fleeting face. No matter where you choose to roam, just know, my heart will always be your home.